The Great Ganesha

“Thirty days and counting,” he says to himself, aloud.
“Thirty days for better (or worse).
“It’s the uncertainty that’s intolerable.
“Can I put the whole thing in reverse?”

He’s panicking again, his nerves are really terse.
He’s not being rational,
Since she’s angelic and sharp,
And unwaveringly loyal.

“Can I really do this?” he says with sadness ample,
“I feel I’m sinking in quicksand!
“Of course, I could never tell her,
“She would never understand.”

Oh my friend, please don’t crash-land!
You still have thirty days.
Enough time for it to sink in.
And get out of your haze.

“I’ll have to change my wayward ways,
“If I want this thing to work,
“If I want her to happy,
“And not think I’m a jerk!”

Hey, you may even have to do some housework,
And occasionally clean up.
But at least you’ll have a partner.
In time, she may bring you a little pup.

“Thanks for lending your ear to me, brother,
“My outlook has improved.
“Without your helping hand
“I would have been unmoved!”

You’re welcome, I’m glad we grooved,
You worried me back there.
Didn’t think you’d make it,
Thought you’d pull out all your hair.

Let this be a lesson to all out there,
What I’ve posted to my blog,
Think twice before you get married,
Because he is just buying a dog.

Inspired by recent blog posts I read on Sepia Mutiny about love, marriage and spitting. On the other hand, I think this person took the post way too seriously.

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